Well, almost exactly a year ago, I was having a really bad week. I had a lot of concerns and I was mostly concerned with God's timing. All of these things seemed to keep happening at the worst times. In a matter of a week my life had been completely flipped around and I was so sad and mad with God. Finally, one morning I was sitting in my car in the school parking lot getting my things together to go to first period, and I had the prompting to pray. I prayed that I would have a lesson in seminary that would help me. It was a really short prayer, that wasn't of great strength and faith, but just a short and simple prayer. I closed my prayer and hopped out of my car and hurried to my English class. After English got out, I got back into my car and drove to seminary. I walk in and picked a seat one row from the front and directly in the middle. After we have our devotional, my teacher, Brother Mcduffie, starts his lesson. "Have you ever felt like you just have the worst timing in the world?" I just wanted to look around at everyone in the room and say, "Did he just say what I think he said?" I was just in shock. He continued on with the lesson and talked about Christ's birth, and how perfect the timing of it all was. Christ, the savior of the world, was born in the most humble circumstances. He could have been born in a palace with all the amenities that would have made his birth more noble. But instead, he was born in the most humble of places. My teacher continued on and shared other examples of the perfect timing of the plan. Half way through the lesson my teacher stops. He says, "You know, I didn't plan this in my lesson, but I felt prompted to share it with the last class, and I'm getting the same feeling now." When I heard those words come out of his mouth, I knew that what he was going to say was something of great importance. My heart started to pound so loud, I'm surprised the people next to me didn't hear it. My hands were shaking horribly. My eyes were locked on my teacher but my vision was blurred from the mass amounts of tears swelling up. My ears narrowed out all the outside noises and voices, and I felt as if I was the only student there. My teacher spoke softly, "If you are going through a hard time, remember that everything is going to be okay. Heavenly Father's timing is perfect and it will get better." Those words hit with such force, I almost fell out of my seat. God had not only heard my prayer, but literally answered it. I have never felt the spirit in the room so strongly. I could feel the presence of the spirit. A heavenly being was in that room, I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. My teacher must have noticed the revelation in action because he asked me to share with the class what had just happened. I remember trying to speak but barely having a voice and I was at a loss for words. I was just shaking. I knew exactly what had happened and I knew without a single doubt that God had literally just answered my prayer. I told my teacher that I had prayed that morning for a lesson in seminary that would comfort me, and we did!
I have never been so grateful of the spirit. He was so in tune with the spirit and I am so glad he followed that prompting. I know that when we follow spiritual promptings then not only are we blessed but others are as well. I KNOW without a doubt that God listens to our prayers. He answers them in a way that is perfect in our time and place. Some answers don't come immediately, some don't come until we least expect it, but if we stay always believing in Christ, they come. God ALWAYS answers our prayers. It may not be they way we want, but he will answer. The Father's plan is perfectly draw out and all we have to do is go to him and follow Christ's example and see the blessings of life shower down on us. I know that if we endure our trials well we are blessed. I am so grateful for the gospel and the safety and comfort it brings me. I pray that you will feel the same spirit while reading this as I did that day. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
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